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Gokudera was tapping his pen on the table repeatedly while looking at the clock above the board. The class will be over soon and he wanted to get the hell out of this damn room already. Five… Four… Three...Two… One… Finally, the bell rang— the sound Gokudera wanted to hear so badly. He stood up from his chair once the sensei bid his goodbye and went near his Juudaime's seat. "Juudaime, let's go," he said excitedly.

"Hai," Tsuna stood up from his chair and he turned his head to look at Yamamoto. "Let's go home," he said cheerfully as he took his bag.

Yamamoto gave a smile with a sorry look in it as he scratched the back of his head. "Sorry, I have practice," he told Sawada, laughing afterwards.

"Oh, ok, we'll be going first then, take care!" Tsuna said, waving his hand.

Gokudera watched his Juudaime say his goodbye to Kyoko and some other classmates before they started walking out of the room.

"Take care on your way home, Tsuna," Yamamoto said as he patted Tsuna's head. "You too, Gokudera," he said, giving the silver-haired a gentle smile.

"Tch," Gokudera didn't bother giving Yamamoto a glance and just turned his head and walked passed the baseball nut. It has been two weeks already since that night. Nothing really changed between them, actually, except the fact that he likes Yamamoto's scent now. But even if he feels that way, it doesn't mean that he doesn't hate the baseball nut now. In fact, he hates Yamamoto more now than before. Why does that idiot have to have his mother's scent? That dream made him realize this unacceptable truth. It also made him remember his true feelings… the feeling of uneasiness… the feeling of anxiety… the feeling of hatred… Does he still not trust anyone? Can he still not forgive the people who lied to him? Does he truly trust his Juudaime and the guardians? Is he not alone now? Are the people around him his true friends? No. The answers to those questions are yet to be answered. What does he feel for them? He still doesn't know. He doesn't know anything except the hatred he feels in his heart.

"Gokudera-kun," Tsuna called as he stopped in front of the gate of his house.

"Yes, Juudaime?" Gokudera asked, looking at his Juudaime seriously because Tsuna sounded serious also.

Tsuna gave Gokudera a reassuring smile before he started speaking. "You know, you can tell me anything," Tsuna said, nervousness was obvious in his tone. "I'm always here, Gokudera-kun," he told his right hand man then laughed his usual nervous laugh, unsure if what he said was right. "Take care," he said before running inside his house.

Gokudera was stunned hearing those words. Did he look like he needed to say something? No. He was actually acting pretty normal in front of his Juudaime. After all, he doesn't like worrying Tsuna. He watched the door of Tsuna's house close before he took a step to leave. He walked with his hands in his pockets as he thought deeply. Did he look like he was sad? I was never sad. Damn my life. But still, those words made his heart skip a beat. Does he really need someone? He was fine being alone for years so why now? Why now does he have to feel this way? He never needed anyone before. Rain suddenly started pouring down from the sky. Oh shoot. He didn't even notice that the sky was dark. Fuck my life. And my umbrella is missing. Gokudera ran fast to look for some shield from the rain. Tsk. This situation really sets the mood. It made him look like he was really sad. Fuck. Five minutes… Ten minutes… Fifteen… Thirty… Damn. Gokudera sat on the wet bench. He didn't bother getting wet by it because he, himself, is already wet.

Flashback:

Gokudera was running around their house, playing by himself cheerfully.

"It's already been five years since then…" Gokudera stopped and hid when he heard the maid's voice. He didn't know why but he suddenly became curious because of those words.

"Since when?" the other maid asked.

"When Master Hayato's mother passed away."

"EH? Master Hayato isn't Madame's child?"

Huh?

"What are you saying? Master Hayato was a child he gave to a young pianist."

My mother was a young pianist?

…

Eh?

End of Flashback

I just ran away from the castle after that. Heh, honestly, why do those damn maids know when I don't? "Tch," Gokudera expressed his annoyance. Thinking too much is really bad. He just made himself feel this way.

"Gokudera!"

Gokudera flinched, surprised. He shut his eyes tightly; knowing the voice that shouted his name belongs to the person he hates the most. The person he expects the least to see at a time like this,

"You forgot your umbrella," Yamamoto said with a smile as he gave Gokudera his umbrella. (His practice was cancelled due to the rain, of course.)

Gokudera ignored the smile, took and opened the umbrella then he started to walk.

"Why didn't you go to my house? You're pretty close there already," Yamamoto asked as he walked beside Gokudera.

"Like hell I'd go there," Gokudera said, still not looking at Yamamoto, annoyance was obvious in his tone. He is an idiot. Doesn't he understand that Gokudera doesn't like him?

"Are you still mad at me?" The baseball nut asked the silver-haired all of the sudden.

Gokudera stopped walking as he looked at Yamamoto with anger, confused and easily annoyed at what he heard. "What—." Oh… He just remembered. After that moment, when they hugged each other, Gokudera fell asleep straddling Yamamoto. When he woke up that morning, he started yelling at Yamamoto, saying bad words to him, because he was pissed at himself and he couldn't blame anyone but Yamamoto. Then, he just ran out of the house, still aggravated. "No," he answered and started to walk again. He isn't angry at what happened anymore. He is angry at Yamamoto's presence now.

"Ma, ma, you really worried us there, I thought you hated me already," Takeshi said with a smile, scratching the back of his head.

Baka, I have hated you from the start. "Us?" Gokudera asked.

Yamamoto stopped walking when they arrived in front of their sushi store. "Yes, me and old man was worried, he heard your ramblings," he answered the silver-haired. "Want to come in?"

"Tsk," Gokudera agreed. He walked after the rain guardian. Apologizing to Yamamoto's old man might be necessary and a free dinner in this sushi store wouldn't be so bad. He heard the baseball nut say 'I'm home' first before they went upstairs to Yamamoto's room. Takeshi gave him a towel to dry his hair and some clothes to wear because he is really wet.

Gokudera dried his hair first before wearing the clothes Yamamoto gave him. The clothes weren't big, they fit him actually and he liked it because it fits his style. "Where'd you get this?" he asked wondering why Yamamoto has something like these.

"I forgot. But I used to wear those when I still have the same height as you," Yamamoto answered with a smile.

"Oh," Gokudera responded in a whisper, realizing that he is short. He laughed a little in his mind; he hadn't realized that 'til now. He went down the stairs with Yamamoto to eat dinner. Yamamoto's old man served them some tuna and they started to eat.

"You really worried me there. I thought Takeshi did something bad to you," Takeshi's dad told Gokudera, laughing afterwards.

"I'm sorry to have you worried," Gokudera apologized.

"Ma, ma, old man is overacting the whole time. It's not like I'll hurt someone precious to me, right Gokudera?" Yamamoto said followed by his carefree laugh.

Gokudera didn't know how to react after hearing what was just said. He didn't know he was precious to Yamamoto— the person he truly hates the most. Funny, isn't it? Was he really precious? How does it feel to be precious to someone? Gokudera stopped himself from thinking too much and chose to just ignore those words and continued eating. Don't just say things like that, damn baseball nut. "Thanks for the meal," he thanked after eating so many. He likes the food here, after all. He looked at Yamamoto who was still stuffing himself full. "I'll go upstairs," Gokudera said as he stood up.

"'Kay," was all Yamamoto could answer at the moment.

Gokudera went upstairs and went straight to the rain guardian's room. There, he stood near the window and stared at the rain as it fell on the ground. He frowned, remembering everything about Yamamoto again. The baseball nut is just like the rain… the title of the rain guardian really suits him. They are truly alike. They just come whenever they want to, not even bothering about the others. They are really annoying, the rain… the baseball nut. Yamamoto is really annoying… really, really annoying. Gokudera truly hates this guy. Why does this Yakyuu baka always stick with him? Why are they always together? Why can't he just say no to this stupid Japanese? Why can't he just tell this idiot that he really hates him? Why can't he just push this guy away? Why can't he just ignore Yamamoto?

"Gokudera," Yamamoto called as he walked inside his room, closing the door behind him. He went beside Gokudera and joined him in viewing the rain.

"Ye?" Gokudera asked, not averting his eyes from the raindrops. He was waiting for the rain to stop and he was sure that he would get what he wants soon.

"Nothing, I'm just happy 'coz you're not mad at me," Yamamoto told the boy in his usual happy tone.

Gokudera quickly averted his eyes from the rain to Yamamoto. Who says such things to him so casually? No one… no one ever did. No one had ever felt that happy just because of that lame reason. How can he say such things so casually? And with such a happy smile? How? No one has ever said the words Yamamoto always says to him… so how come Yamamoto says it like it was just a normal thing to say? And his smile… that damn smile… such a happy smile… he didn't know it exists. That smile… he hates it so much. It was like Yamamoto has no problems or worries at all. That smile… it was like his mother's smile. He used to love that smile. "You know, I hate you," Gokudera said in a whisper, unsure if he wants Yamamoto to hear it or not.

"Haha," Yamamoto just laughed at what he heard.

Gokudera was upset, hearing that laugh. He wanted a different response from the man because of what he said but all he heard was a laugh. Why? Why am I expecting something? Gokudera took a step back when he saw Yamamoto walking towards him and before he could even speak a word, he felt himself being hugged by the baseball nut. Strong arms were wrapped around his waist and shoulders. What the hell?

"You don't have to say it," Yamamoto whispered.

Gokudera was stunned for a moment, hearing that voice. Huh? It was different from what he was always hearing. The voice… the tone… they were different. He didn't know exactly how that voice and tone were different from the usual but… oh… he couldn't explain what he, himself, felt when he heard it. "Let go…" he unintentionally whispered. He didn't know why he wasn't yelling at Yamamoto. He didn't know why he wasn't pushing the baseball idiot away. But most of all, he didn't know why he isn't getting mad at Takeshi. He couldn't even feel a single bit of anger. "Let go," he repeated.

Yamamoto pulled away and then stared at the silver-haired. He gave the Storm guardian his usual smile as he scratched the back of his head. "I'm sorry, don't get mad," he apologized but still, in his usual tone.

"Bastard," Gokudera said before pushing Yamamoto out of the way. He ran out of the room and out of the house. Damn bastard. Hugging me then smiling like that… how long does he plan on making me remember my mother? "Damn bastard."